"Damn it, this youngster is flaunting his love in front of all these single dogs, utterly... utterly... absolutely maddening!"
The tricky cat talked more and more like a transmigrating cat, having spent much time with Yang Zhen, he picked up more human phrases than Yang Zhen himself.
The crowd listened in stunned silence, looking at the tricky cat with puzzlement, not understanding what Yang Zhen was talking about.
"Dog? Where is there a dog here?" Death Shadow curled his lips and said, "Your cat is just like this Yang lad, full of nothing but nonsense."
Upon hearing this, the tricky cat became furious and glared at Death Shadow, "What do you know, old geezer, I am a kylin, ever heard of it?"
Death Shadow burst into laughter, looking at the tricky cat contemptuously, "Kylin, I have heard of, but I never knew a kylin could look like you."
"Old Geezer, are you looking for a fight?"
"Scared of you, a cat?"
